Darkness of slumber and death, forever sinking and sinking.

Darkness of slumber and death, forever sinking and sinking.

Darkness is only driven out with light, not more darkness.

Darkness is only driven out with light, not more darkness.

The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave,
The Moon, their Mistress, had expired before;
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The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave,
The Moon, their Mistress, had expired before;
The winds were wither'd in the stagnant air,
And the clouds perish'd; darkness had no need
Of aid from them--she was the Universe.

Truly, it is in darkness that one finds the light, so when we are in sorrow, then this light is read more

Truly, it is in darkness that one finds the light, so when we are in sorrow, then this light is nearest of all to us.

Some knowledge and some song and some beauty must be kept for those days before the world again plunges into read more

Some knowledge and some song and some beauty must be kept for those days before the world again plunges into darkness.

...Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.

...Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.

The depth of darkness to which you can descend and still live is an exact measure of the height to read more

The depth of darkness to which you can descend and still live is an exact measure of the height to which you can aspire to reach.

I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how read more

I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of hunger for life that gnaws in us all.

Or, if there were a sympathy in choice,
War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it,
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Or, if there were a sympathy in choice,
War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it,
Making it momentany as a sound,
Swift as a shadow, short as any dream,
Brief as the lightning in the collied night,
That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth,
And ere a man hath power to say 'Behold!'
The jaws of darkness do devour it up:
So quick bright things come to confusion.